This is too happy!

"...Mr. Xie, if you really want to know, why don't you ask Mr. Zhuang yourself? Don't you know Mr. Zhuang?"

Rao knows that Xiao Xie is always his immediate boss. After going through all-round 360 five-degree questioning that is no different from checking the household registration, the employee finally doesn't want to do it.

Depend on!

If you have the ability to grab him and ask him here, why don't you just ask Mr. Zhuang himself!

I have seen with my own eyes that the two of you are intimate, one of you works overtime and the other eats with you, okay?

Why bother him, a poor employee who works so hard every month and gets so little money?

speak up.

The employee quietly took a peek.

Gee.

In fact, their Xiao Xie is also pretty handsome, the kind of handsome and handsome.

Want to say that he is worthy of supporting Zhuang Zong?

Xie Zhou glanced at him, his face became more gloomy, but he didn't say anything.

Since even this guy knows about gossip, does that mean there was a lot of trouble?

He turned around and went straight back to the office.

Now go to the Internet to search, you should be able to find news.

Just about to search, Xie Zhou suddenly remembered something.

If he remembers correctly...

Assistant Zhang, who had recently been described as having a radiant face at the level of plastic surgery, knocked on the door and came in with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Xie, have you finished signing the document?"

So fast today?

Did Mr. Xie finally realize how happy it is to make money?

That feeling is good!

If Mr. Xie has this awareness, how can he say that the bonus can be increased by another [-]%, right?

If you calculate it like this, it will not be ten years, no, five years!

He will be able to buy a house for each of his family members!

Assistant Zhang thought happily.

As a result, Xie Zhou opened his mouth, and he froze.

Xie Zhou frowned and asked him.

"I remember that in the previous document, there was an acquisition project? What about that document? Bring it here and let me have a look."

acquisition?

Upon hearing these two words, Assistant Zhang's complexion was not very good.

Acquisition and acquisition, once you hear it, you won't make much money in the early stage!

The bonus is naturally also...

Assistant Zhang couldn't help but speak.

"Mr. Xie, I've seen that acquisition project. It's just a half-dead newspaper. What do you think it's doing? Besides, our company is now on the rise. Isn't it good to have money to expand the business? It's a waste of money What are you doing buying that thing..."

Facing Xie Zhou's sharp eyes, his voice became softer and softer, until it was almost inaudible in the end.

Assistant Zhang felt cold.

It was the first time he saw Xie Zhou's cold eyes.

Looking at him with that gaze made him feel like a dead person.

This was too terrifying, and deep fear was unconsciously revealed in his eyes.

He sneered, "Then what, Mr. Xie, I'll get you the documents right away."

Xie Zhou's frowning relaxed a little, and he hummed in a low voice.

Assistant Zhang smeared oil on the soles of his feet and quickly slipped away.

Too scary!

In the future, you must remember that you must never go against President Xiao Xie!

Sensing Assistant Zhang's abnormality, Xie Zhou froze for a moment.

……never mind.

He rubbed the space between his brows, it's not a big deal, he thought.

Wen Xun is the founder of "X City Pioneer Daily" and one of the editors of the newspaper.

At seven o'clock in the morning, he quietly got up and took a shower.

After taking care of himself, he secretly grabbed his shoes and was about to go out when he heard his wife's lazy voice behind him.

"Going out so early again? Didn't I ask you to send Xiao Er to school today?"

Wen Xun froze with his back to her body, then turned around in embarrassment.

"That's not it, do you want to go out and see if there is any good news..."

He paused, sighed and added another sentence.

"Didn't you say that the fee for the cram school that Xiao Er is going to attend is a bit high? I thought that if I can find good news, maybe the newspaper office can get better.

He doesn't plan anything else, as long as the newspaper sells a few more copies, that's good too.

It's fine if he doesn't mention it, but when this is mentioned, Mrs. Wen's face will turn ugly.

"You still know? I asked you to sell the newspaper to find a decent job. Why don't you know how to go? You know that every day I watch other people's homes enroll their children in this cram school and that cram school. It’s so good, but I want to learn so much but can’t report anything, does it hurt me so much?”

Wen Xun smiled wryly.

"I know……"

That's why he planned to secretly try hard.

Mrs. Wen glared at Wen Xun at the sound coming from the little daughter's bedroom, her tone a bit aggressive.

"You'd better find a way to bring the newspaper back to life. I'll let you go today. If you can't find a good solution today, just listen to me and sell your broken newspaper!"

As she spoke, she went to her little daughter's room, still muttering.

"Even if you can find some news, how can you get a newspaper with your soft-spoken style of boasting? Who wants to read this kind of news these days!"

Wen Xun stood where he was for a full 5 minutes, the struggle on his face turned into old age and frustration.

He walked out of the house and put on his shoes, only feeling at a loss.

After walking around outside, Wen Xun still found nothing and returned to the newspaper office.

As soon as he came in, a person hurriedly walked towards him.

It was his old buddy, Lao Yuan, and the two of them jointly established the newspaper at the beginning.

Just as Wen Xun was about to say hello, Lao Yuan stuffed a document into his hand.

He was taken aback and asked subconsciously.

"what is this?"

"what is this?"

Hearing his question, Lao Yuan laughed angrily.

"Why, what was said last week, Wen Dacai forgot so quickly?"

last week?

Wen Xun was in a daze for a while, then subconsciously looked at the document in his hand.

His pupils dilated slightly, which is...

Lao Yuan stuffed the pen into his hand impatiently.

"Don't pretend, I don't care if you pretended or you really forgot today, and quickly signed this contract for me. This newspaper was half of the staff at the beginning, and now I don't want more from you. 20, you give me 20." , this newspaper is all yours.”

"but I……"

Wen Xun was startled. It's not like Lao Yuan doesn't know what's going on at the newspaper. Where did he get 20?

Old Yuan glared at him.

"Why, too much? Let me tell you, it's not enough for me to be a good person! Sign it quickly, and I'm still in a hurry to go to work!"

"Go to work? Where do you go to work? What about the newspaper office?"

Confused, Wen Xun pushed the pen in his hand and refused to sign for a long time.

Lao Yuan gave him a meaningful look.

"The newspaper business has nothing to do with me from now on, Wenda talent, if you are willing to hang out in this pool of stagnant water, it's fine. But I'm still young, and I still have revenge. To tell you the truth, on the side of the former fashion pioneer, it's okay. Just contact me to be a scholar editor."

Fashion pioneer?

Wen Xun froze for a moment, then quickly reacted.

He poked his neck, "Are you going to be a paparazzi? Didn't it be agreed at the beginning that we would explore the beauty of this world together?"

"It was then! Now is now!"

Old Yuan sneered, "Are you afraid that your sister-in-law pays for your living expenses now? Why don't you talk about your dreams with me here? If you want to talk about it, you can. If you give out 20 yuan, you can continue to chase your dreams."

Wen Xun: "...you know that I don't have 20 at all."

Lao Yuan was impatient, "If you don't have you, I'll go borrow, go for a loan."

Wen Xun tightened his grip on the pen, trying to persuade him to stay.

"Old Yuan, are you really willing to leave the newspaper office and walk away?"

"Stop babbling, just this document, if you sign it, we have nothing to do with each other, understand?"

Do people change?

At first it was obvious...

Wen Xun's waist bent even more, and the depression on his face deepened.

He held the pen, and after a while, signed his name.

Lao Yuan watched him sign and was overjoyed.

He took one of the documents and patted Wen Xun on the shoulder.

"Okay, then this newspaper is yours from today. As for the 20 yuan, it is also written on it, three months, three months you have to give it to me."

"Three months?"

Wen Xun was startled, then smiled wryly.

It seems that Lao Yuan has long...

He wiped his face and spoke harshly. "Success, three months will be three months, but it's agreed, the newspaper office will be mine, and what the newspaper office has in the future has nothing to do with you, old Yuan!"

Old Yuan sneered and laughed.

"I wish it had nothing to do with me! Don't worry, the contract is clearly written, you sign it, as long as the money is in place, this newspaper is yours!"

He paused, feeling a little proud.

"Besides, do you know how much money I made when I went to Fashion Pioneer to help write a manuscript?"

"Have you written for them? Then why don't you publish it in our newspaper?"

Wen Xun raised his head abruptly.

Old Yuan snorted.

"So what if I write it? Do you think I don't want to post it?"

He said with a cold face and looked at Wen Xun, "You broke the rules and can only report the truth, goodness and beauty of this world. I really laughed to death. How can anyone care about the truth, goodness and beauty these days? Bah! That's sending money out deliver!"

Wen Xun looked at him, feeling that he was completely different from the person he knew before.

He was a little tired, "So? You went to be our least favorite person before? What did you write?"

Lao Yuan was a little unhappy when he said that, but after thinking about it, he felt that it didn't matter.

"You can say whatever you want. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. As for the manuscript from the day before yesterday, Mr. Zhuang of the Zhuang family and the man from the Firman Manor, you understand? Someone is accepting this manuscript, and I'm just following someone else's request You can earn 20 yuan by just moving your fingers. Look at you now, you can’t even get 10 yuan, let alone earn [-] yuan by writing a manuscript.”

He is just a person walking to a high place!

Wen Xun listened to his words, and the last thought in his mind disappeared.

He looked at the complete stranger in front of him with a cold face, and spoke coldly.

"Since we have different views, then you can go and go to your class. You are not welcome here at our newspaper office!"

With that said, he stepped forward and pushed the man out.

Lao Yuan didn't expect him to do this, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"You! Good! I don't care about this shabby place, but don't forget, 20! Within three months, I must see this money, otherwise, you will wait for this shabby newspaper to be in my place Let it be reported!"

He snorted, sneered and walked away.

Wen Xun stood stiffly at the door for a long time before an intern from the newspaper ran over and whispered.

"Wen, Wenbian, these, these are for you..."

"what?"

When Wen Xun saw that it was him, his tone softened a lot.

He took it over and took a look, and he was so breathless that he almost disappeared on the spot.

The intern gave him seven or eight resignation letters!

Looking at these names, they are all old people in the newspaper office!

"Editor Wen, are you okay? Hold on!"

Seeing him like this, the intern quickly helped him to sit inside.

It took Wen Xun a while to recover, looking at the things in his hand, his tone was desolate.

"They... all followed Lao Yuan, left?"

If they hadn't found their next home, how could several people have resigned at once?

The intern pursed her lips and nodded.

He paused and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, they're gone, but I'm not going. I think our newspaper office is pretty good."

He came to this newspaper because he liked the reports in the newspaper.

Wen Xun looked at him, his eyes flickered slightly, and he let out a long sigh.

See, that's why he persisted.

Isn't the beauty in this world worth protecting?

"That's right, editor."

The intern thought for a while, and shyly took out a handful of manuscript paper.

"Just, about the recent Zhuang's incident, I tried to write a manuscript. Can you see my current level?"

Wen Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and took it in relief.

"You dare to write? Yes, let me see."

He took it over and glanced at it. Although the writing style is green, but with his own logic and thinking, he not only explained the recent affairs of Zhuang's and Firman Manor clearly, but also deduced the truth of the facts.

Finally, it counts the charitable undertakings Zhuang has done during his development.

After reading it, Wen Xun was quite pleased.

"The manuscript is well written! Your guess here is in line with my thoughts. The Zhuang family has never targeted anyone in a big way, and the Zhuang family has good relations with many media in our city. This time, after the news was suddenly exposed, it was targeted at once The eight media, it can be seen that they have touched Zhuang's bad luck."

He paused, feeling a little regretful.

"but……"

The intern looked nervous.

"But what? Is there something wrong?"

Wen Xun ruffled his hair.

"But in fact, normally speaking, there is an unwritten rule in our industry. For example, if this report is to be printed, it should be sent to Zhuang's in advance so that they can read it before sending it out. But now things In fact, it's basically over, and the newspaper's reputation is not as good as before, so this manuscript..."

It should not be posted.

"Since it's written, it should be sent out properly."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them.

Wen Xun turned his head subconsciously, and suddenly took a breath.

What is this, this, this fierce man in a suit and black sunglasses? !

The author has something to say: Editor: Is this from the Tao?right?definitely is!

Xie Zhou:?Me, President!

How did this chapter get to [-] words?

Even if I didn't step on the brakes, I feel like I can reach [-]?

But it always feels a bit long-winded...

Send you twenty small red envelopes! [It's not that I don't want to post more, the main reason is that there are fewer cuties who are chasing articles now, and twenty may not be enough!Sigh! 】